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’
It
must
be
very
interesting
,
’
he
said
,
as
Binky
climbed
away
from
the
temple
.
On
the
absolute
scale
of
small
talk
this
comment
must
rate
minus
quite
a
lot
,
but
Mort
couldn
’
t
think
of
anything
better
.
’
No
,
it
mustn
’
t
,
’
said
the
abbot
.
’
You
think
it
must
be
because
you
believe
I
can
remember
all
my
lives
,
but
of
course
I
can
’
t
.
Not
while
I
’
m
alive
,
anyway
.
’
’
I
hadn
’
t
thought
of
that
,
’
Mort
conceded
.
’
Imagine
toilet
training
fifty
times
.
’
’
Nothing
to
look
back
on
,
I
imagine
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
You
’
re
right
.
If
I
had
my
time
all
over
again
I
wouldn
’
t
reincarnate
.
And
just
when
I
’
m
getting
the
hang
of
things
,
the
lads
come
down
from
the
temple
looking
for
a
boy
conceived
at
the
hour
the
old
abbot
died
.
Talk
about
unimaginative
.
Stop
here
a
moment
,
please
.
’
Mort
looked
down
.
’
We
’
re
in
mid
-
air
,
’
he
said
doubtfully
.
’
I
won
’
t
keep
you
a
minute
.
’
The
abbot
slid
down
from
Binky
’
s
back
,
walked
a
few
steps
on
thin
air
,
and
shouted
.
It
seemed
to
go
on
for
a
long
time
.
Then
the
abbot
climbed
back
again
.
